Jisung sat in class, scribbling down lyrics. He was studying at this college to be a producer and rapper. His voice was beautiful…and so was he. Shaggy brown hair, cute round cheeks, pouty lips a small frame with a snatched waist, and huge brown eyes.

He was also, however, an introvert.

He was a quiet, dorky nerd, and hella cute. Jisung was in “producer mode-” a baggy black t-shirt and baggy gray jeans, a black beanie, and large round glasses. He-lla-cu-te.

Still, he was nervous to ask anyone to team up for writing and wrapping. He typed away on his laptop, until- he glanced over at you.

He could hear you rapping under your breath, and damn, you were good! Shit…should he ask you?

“C’mon Jisungie…don’t let your social anxiety get the better of you! Let’s go!” He thought to himself, clearing his throat as he fidgeted with his small silver hoop earrings.

“U-um…”

Nice. Quiet and unheard.